CALL ME OUT

[overbringer]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.




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♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[penisenvy]

[Mordred liked her Master. Well, she liked her as well as a rebellious teenage punk could like anybody. Kushana was loyal, honest, and generally honorable despite her political savvy. She was more or less everything Mordred wanted in a Master and a Lord. Therefore, she was pretty happy to take most of her orders. Except this one.]

Milady, I refuse to wear a dress!

[As a warrior herself, Kushana should understand this. Mordred was a Knight. Knights didn't wear dresses!]

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

[Kushana gave Mordred a steady look as she explained. You had to have a good supply of steady looks when dealing with this spirit.]

There is no way you'll pass for a trooper from my forces. They're all huge men in heavy plate armor. The best way to have you not attract attention is as a maid.

[penisenvy]

[Her mouth drops open and she stutters for a few seconds before responding.]

Fu--

[She catches herself just in time. It would be unknightly to use such profane language.]

Must I wear a dress? Can I not be your butler?

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

An added layer of complication is just another place where our plan can fall apart. What's so awful about dresses?

[penisenvy]

They send drafts up my legs and are horrible to maneuver in.

[Plus, they were obviously feminine.]

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

If you need to maneuver, you can just magically summon a suit of armor, can you not? As for drafts, I believe the normal solution is bloomers, is it not?

[penisenvy]

I can wear pants under that skirt?

[That sounds like a good suggestion. She silently thinks it over for a few moments.]

....Okay then.

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

Good.

[Time to move the conversation along before she realizes that bloomers are normally frilly as all hell.]

Now, I'm guessing you don't know anything about the other masters. What can you tell me about the other servants?

[penisenvy]

Well, there's six of the fu--...heroes. I dunno. I've only run into Lancer so far. But I could tell where the others are if I get close enough to them in material form. Only they'd probably sense me too and prepare accordingly.

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

So the enemy could be literally anyone around me, and by the time I know who they are, they'll know who I am.

I hope you have a quick trigger finger, at least.

[penisenvy]

You should be able to sense them too. We can't sense Masters, so unless they've seen your face, they won't target you.

And I don't have a trigger finger.

[She has a "fuck off" finger instead.]

But I do have a very fast sword arm.

Marisa!

[testarossanightdriver]

If you were an ordinary person, your first reaction to seeing a girl on a flying broom, in vaguely last century dress, like something out of a fairy tail, would not be to challenge her to a race on this dark stretch of highway in the middle of the night.

Kavinsky was The Dead Cruiser, The Ghost Car, terror of state patrols from The Beltway to the western edge of Route 66. In other words, not an ordinary person.

"Alright, doll! To the two hundred mile line!" he called up to her in a voice still raspy from twenty years of dirt filling his esophagus. Hopefully she'd agree to give him the advantage of staying low to the road, but he could deal with it if not.

[not_good_not_wicked]

The broom descended to street level, matching speed with the car. Marisa was practically lounging on it, though how she managed to lounge on something that shape is anyone's guess. "You're challenging ME, the fastest in Gensokyo, to a race?"

Is she really the fastest in Gensokyo? Probably not, but no one's here to call her out.

[testarossanightdriver]

"Yeah, I am. You're hot shit back in your little hometown, but this is the U S of A." He grins, unnerving for most but probably not for a girl used to dealing with youkai, and not maliciously, though definitely teasing. He shifts the Ferrari into second.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Indeed she doesn't seem terribly put out by the zombie, or whatever this guy is. She swung around so she was straddling the broom properly. "Alright you're on. Just don't cry when you get left in the dust."

[testarossanightdriver]

This was the kind of thing he (un)lived for. He shot the gearshift forward, feeling that twelve cylinder jumping under him, dropped the gas to the floor. He was out like a bullet from a gun, laughing maniacally.

[not_good_not_wicked]

The car roars ahead of the broom, leaving Marisa looking rather surprised. Those car things could really move, couldn't they?

She's not gonna give up that easy though, she leans forwards and picks up speed, and in short order she's starting to edge ahead of Kavinsky. She stuck her tongue out at him as she passed.

[testarossanightdriver]

Damn. Tinkerbell has some fucking oomph in that spellbook. he thought, mixing his metaphors in a way that would upset her greatly if she could hear it.

The road started to turn and he set the Testarossa into a screeching drift. Let's see how that broomstick corners.

Grougaloragan

[time_is_precious]

[Appear.]

Now, hear me out before you--

[grougaloragran]

[Dragonbreath.]

[time_is_precious]

[Halfway through that, Nox appears to the side or Grougaloragan's head.]

Yes, very impressive, but I didn't come here to fight you this time. Can't we have one civil chat?

[grougaloragran]

Grougaloragran has nothing to say to a soul as twisted as yours, Xelor.

[time_is_precious]

No doubt. However, I have things to say, and if I do say so myself they are quite important.

[grougaloragran]

[He's DEBATING setting you on fire again...]

...Speak.